Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field.
I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.
― Rumi
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| {clockwise - starting top-left: 1. whittling via squeeze bottle, 2. again, 3. purdy, 4. frivolity, 5.this-is-why-we-can't-have-nice-things} |
Yet, in spite of how much I've loved our new community - I was reminded this past weekend (and over the past month or two) of the difference between new and old friends. I love the friendship-honeymoon that comes with burgeoning relationships, and the refreshment of meeting new people that you feel as close with as those who you've known for ages. But there's something unique about the bliss of spending hours whittling the day away with the people who know you best.
Moving away from your hometown generally leads you to build your closest friendships with other people who are so-inclined as to move away/around as well. Although the pang of missing friends can be sharp, the joy of the reunion is far sweeter.
Hurrah for summertime weddings, reunions and adventures.
Squeeze bottles! I love this post, as I love whittling with old friends. New friends are my day-to-day companions who know the everyday me and I them, and community as an adult with a 9-5 life is beautiful. But old friends (like you!) don't have to know what I am doing each day for us to simply be together for hours at a time and relish and find encouragement in how we know one another so well. There is something particularly comforting about the latter in our stage of life where little seems "settled." Yay reunions!
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